Mostly from November last year hotels on the South Coast are empty, every thing shut down and nobody out at night. Alfred Taylor, who committed suicide lately was at the head of a conglomerate of hotel financers and managers and because of the world economic crash he did not get enough business and could not pay off his debts which is rumoured to be $63 million. So much ridiculous greed in a small island that whenever hard times arrive it is the equivalent of death. Taylor felt obviously that it was too embarrassing, too humiliating to go back to living a realistic life. What his father had was stolen [see A.E. Taylor] and it ended a curse through to the next generation.